She's standing, barely
Hanging onto the railing
Afraid to let go
Despair hangs around her neck
It's bloodlike color and resemblence
Shining coldy in the moonlight
Tears stain her pale cheeks
Laughter hides, play tricks
Happiness haunts in nightmares
Visions of yesterday
The guessing game,
Make the act of immorality
Or stay and continue the torture
He stares at her from afar
Curious to her motions
The same necklace he wears
Only it's black and meaningless
Loneliness clings to him
Slowly suffocating his strengths
Playing off his imperfections
Gently he whispers,
"You're not forgotten"
Confusion spreads across her face
Looking for the angel of hope
He wonders to her side
Holding her steady
Shaping her exsistance
Gripping the railing tight
Her empty eyes call out
Shaky legs give way
Collasping into a souless abyss
Rushes of torment swarm her
Screams erupt from her
Then wearily subside
The lulling throb waxes her to sleep
He's holding onto her
Whispered sobs control him.
A contest entry
- "The Artist's Muse Can Be Demonic" by Auburn Sunrise.
1900 points, ended September 20, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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a nice touch of companionship to a very dark piece,
inspiring, despite its many disturbing images.
I love your descriptions, and the metaphor of despair as a necklace that we wear... giving the idea that perhaps we could yank it off and toss it away...
Lovely write. Very well done and very fitting for the contest.
Thank you so much for entering! Good luck!!!
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ooo i love this. good job. i would tell you my favorite part... but the whole thing is just awesome and i cant pick a fav. its like come on there can be more! i dont want it to end its that good...and not many people have that strength in writing over me (at least not that i've read yet). so good job
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